December 2011
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When you get what you desire, will you still...
Desire is impulsive. Desire is spontaneous. It is like a combustion of red flame in the white rooms of her heart.
“Why?” she asks me.
We have just kissed. Our first.
Why on earth do you ask so? After all these times? After all of your little gestures indicating you want me to be more than your friend?
Diamonds are like tears gathering in her eyes. My silence says that I don’t understand her...
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i smoke way too much
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Hi. Do you know i have three side blogs?
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White Veins: Casablancas →
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